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Pediatric ICU (a picture marathon)

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blogzilly said…
It's hard to see your boy like that. But he seems to be fairly peaceful and at ease, that's good.
October 7, 2009 at 6:18 AM
MJStump said…
ditto.. he looks so peaceful and at rest. your sweet, beautiful boy :)
October 7, 2009 at 7:00 AM
Holli said…
Oh Danielle...that sweet, precious baby boy...
October 7, 2009 at 7:33 AM
Mama Skates said…
omg, that last pic of J made me bust in2 tears...such love & devotion...the look of concern on his face, the screen reflecting in his specs, the Bible in his hand...u guys r soooo strong!!!
October 7, 2009 at 7:45 AM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
What a precious little boy. that first one had me in tears.
October 7, 2009 at 2:00 PM
Anonymous said…
How did I miss so much since yesterday?! The photos of Trev show me good stuff, since I am not queasy with the medical stuff. But like MJC, the one of J hit my heart like a hammer.

I must not have been paying attention to what to expect. I am following along like someone who does not know the path. Thank goodness for all the supporters who can guide and comment from going before you.

I am reassured by the extreme (seems to me) precision of pre-surgery diagnostics. The brain is so divinely complex. (This is really in response to the post above this one.) Looks like Dr. C is meeting and exceeding his responsibility to inform you of what will happen in surgery with the expected consequences.

Praying for you all. Barbara
October 7, 2009 at 5:45 PM
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